From an anonymous source:
If I had that typewriter still, I probably would not use it, but I dream of using it. The thought of having it to write with makes me wish I’d never gotten rid of it. Typewriters imagine writing. Writing on a typewriter requires certain elements. Atmosphere. Aromas. A space, a window, light, air, an environment full of the process of being alive and knowing you are in action. The sounds of writing. The mechanism of key strokes and paper, the cylinder traveling, levers carry letters to strike the paper, the simplest machine, a manual device. The original digital contact.
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
– William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
Then there is the commitment of it. Characters press ink to paper through a ribbon and there it is. No overcoming the fact the words are there. No spell checking, no editing before printing; every letter counts. If a writer is not a typist then there will be mistakes and the period of anxiety and frustration until he overcomes the situation that is effecting the writing when he stops giving a damn. Another door opens on creativity as the concern of what the paper looks like falls aside like old paint. The sound and smell and light of the experience surrounds as the more complete connection to the muse is made; the writing soul is on the creative wavelength of the universe; until the phone rings. Do not have a telephone in the writing room.
If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.
– Somerset Maugham
Multitasking is fine and a modern aspiration, almost another requisite but not for the true creative space. The undisturbed artist, whatever the field of expression, rules out art as business and therefore for all intents and purposes, the computer, the phone, an open door. No notifications from social networks, no email sounding deliveries, do distractions, or there will be no discoveries, there will be no reveries, there will be no moments of true color.
That is your foot in the door, to begin is to accept the first few stones in the path but don’t give yourself any more; learn to say no.
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
– Ernest Hemingway
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
– Willa Cather